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My Safe Place to Land

Last weekend I drove to Iowa to move my parents from their home of 40 years on the farm to their new home in town.I was five years old when they moved into this house.I have no memory to speak of, of any home before this one.
As the week drew shorter leading up to the move, I found myself feeling very emotional.As I received updates from my sister on the state of the move, I would cry, or be sad, or find myself just sitting and looking at pictures trying to burn them into my head.I was so afraid that once mom and dad moved from the house, I would forget everything.And in this case, everything meant a great portion of my life.Like somehow THIS house contained my childhood, good times and sad times, and when it was gone……that would be too.
So I started making a list of things I didn’t want to forget.
I didn’t want to forget the dinging sound that the flagpole made when the wind blew hard.
I didn’t want to forget which stairs to skip to make sure not to make noise when you got home aft…